Now honey You do the the dishes and I'll feed the ol' sow Also the chickens and our one Jersey cow Take down your curlers and powder your nose Big time at Jones' Place so wear your best clothes
There'll be no evening gowns, not even a tux They'll come in wagons, buggies and pickup trucks We'll do square dancing under kerosene lights We'll wear our glad rags tonight, my honey We'll wear our glad rags tonight
Big time at Jones' Place so wear your best clothes
Sylvester Cunningham will fiddle a tune Red headed kids will swipe away his spittoon Then run and hide behind a bale of hay But that old sittin' hen will scare them away
Look for me beside the old cider keg I'll set my cup down and we'll both shake a leg Never a ballroom had a prettier sight We'll wear our glad rags tonight, my honey We'll wear our glad rags tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
